
heartbreaks are full of rain, and the setting sun,
is just the same, as senseless tragedies,
they came
knocking at our door, waiting, and watching
for us to bring the
thrum
of a life lived underneath the trim, and drum
of absence embroiled, and
shunned
weeping like the flowers on a midsummer morn,
we call to the heavens, wanting to know
more
about the reasons existence pulls the chains and
chords, while we fight against our inner-
discord…as
remembering seems like an eternity, we draw
on every piece of light left available, and
take it all in,
keeping
the
flame of hope and love alive, as we abide, and
continue to unwind
time
now…resting easy in our hearts and minds….
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